#the lil butt wiggle snuggle

[bird-inacage]

The Heart Killers EP4 | PROTECT BISON

[blooberry-bagel]

lil something

i wanted to try slowly writing again so here goes! + a happiest birthday to @suugarbabe , one of the greatest writers on this whole site 😁⭐

"is this for me?" + prefects' bathroom + present/gift

apart from schoolwork, there's nothing that you take more seriously than your rest. after all, the saying goes work hard, play hard. or in this case, look-after-yourself hard. usually, time with friends and those closest to you does the trick. but isolation to really focus on getting your mind back on track is the icing. whether that's spending your evening listening to music through your headphones, unwinding in front of the black lake, or taking extra long in the bath, you're virtually untouchable during Me Time.

your boyfriend knows the importance of this time all too well. sweet lorenzo has learned the hard way, often having hangout offers turned down in order for you to spend the night alone. and don't get me wrong - you spend plenty of time with your boyfriend. from library dates to snuggling in front of the slytherin common room fireplace, yall hang out a normal amount of time that any couple would. so it goes without saying that it took a while for enzo to figure out how to give you space. and yet, he also finds a way to wiggle himself in.

one shimmery evening by the lake, the two of you are sitting on a blanket in the early autumn sunset lighting.

you're hard at work on the history of magic paper due in a few days when you notice the sun dipping below the horizon, "enz we should pack up soon."

he glances from his parchment, eyes scanning the view, and hums in agreement before going back to work.

u gently breathe in and let out a soft sigh.

"anyway, i better get my bath running," you add, starting to close your books and stuffing them into your bag.

"wait. love, i have something for you. don't go yet," enzo butts in.

looking over to him, your boyfriend pulls out a little bag with the handles tied together by a ribbon.

you're surprised before remembering to respond, "is this for me?" eyes gleaming, you reach over for a hug.

embracing his arms around you, lorenzo rubs your back and smiles to himself at your flustered state.

"a lil something that can go towards your Me Time"

pecking his lips with a small kiss, you pry open a corner of the bag to peek in.

"i think the shop owner said it was a bomb bath?"

"a bath bomb?" you snicker.

"yes that," he shies.

now in the prefects' bathroom, your bath is drawn to the perfect temperature and the bath bomb has produced the prettiest swirls across the surface of the water.

you dip in, sitting with your head over the rim, relaxing into the steamy air and quiet peace.

"enjoying yourself?" enzo creeps up to the tub, placing a kiss on your cheek.

you hum and turn towards him, who is now sitting on the outside of the bath.

"very much so," you grin.

"thank you for letting me join your Me Time, love," returning the smile.

"don't get too comfortable, pretty boy. this is a one-time thing."

closing words: this came out so short despite how long it took to write😭i hope somebody enjoys it tho ... n a v happy birthday again to sab<33

dividers by @toastray 🤞

[ladylooch]

Omg it’s okay!!! My request was a smut with Nico and she has a breeding kink after playing with timo and Emma’s kid. And he sucks her tits a LOT. 🫠 and while they’re fucking he dirty talks about having a baby

-🌸 anon

A/N: Message me when you see what I did ☠️ Everyone say thank you 🌸 for smutty Nico and Lexi making our baby, Lucie.

Word Count: 2.0k

From this lil AU.

I am not sure how much longer I can take this. 

Our nephew, Lio, is in love with Nico today. He wants nothing to do with either of his parents. The result of Nico carting this baby everywhere is my fertile ovaries bouncing in my body. They ache for Nico until it spreads like consuming wildfire across my skin, burying deep into my bones. The only cure is getting railed.

I push out a heavy breath, catching Emma’s attention.

“You good? You seem like you’re anxious.”

“I- uh.. Yeah. Your brother with Lio is really cute.” Emma shields her eyes, looking to the pool where Nico and Timo supervise Lio’s swim time. He’s wearing little floaties and a floppy, fish bucket hat. Nico is holding him outwards, trolling him through the water as he laughs. 

“Yeah that is precious.” Emma whines. “If I didn’t remember labor so distinctly, I might pull the plug and beg for another.” She shrugs, going back to her magazine.

Pulling the birth control plug would be so easy for me right now. I just wouldn’t start my new pack. We could dive right into bed together and he could… My mind gets lost in the fantasy of him and I working together for something so special in our fancy hotel room. Nico has been talking about babies more and more the last few weeks. We have been spending so much time with Timo, Emma, and Lio. The endless baby snuggles and giggles have turned into a craving for us both. Our apartment feels too quiet. Our life has something missing. But babies are a big change. And neither of us has had the courage to spit it out loud yet.

Lio’s crying pulls me out of my daydream. The three boys walk towards us. The upset baby reaches out for his mom with big, crocodile tears, trying to wiggle from Nico’s grasp.

“Oh sweet boy. Come here. Are you tired?” Emma pulls her son into her chest, stroking at his cheek as she gets him ready to nurse. Timo tosses a thin blanket onto the two of them and sits beside Emma on her chaise.

“He’s really tired. He keeps getting water in his eyes from rubbing his fists into them.”

“Yeah, we should go back to the room for a bit.”

“Honestly, I could use a nap too. This kid tired me out being his chauffeur all day.” Nico tells us, yawning at the end.

“He loves you so much.” Emma smiles at her little brother. “You’re daddy material for sure.” Her distinct wink at me has my lips pursing with a giggle.

We all head towards the bank of elevators. Nico asks if I want to grab a drink at the bar, but I shake my head. I am also sleepy from laying in the sun doing absolutely nothing, and laying with him in bed sounds like pure perfection. He is relieved when I say no. Inside our room, I run to the bed, jumping under the covers as Nico puts our pool stuff to the side. I snuggle in deep on his pillow. He chuckles, pushing me over so he can climb in.

“I wanna share this with you.” It’s a California King and fairly feasible. He settles on the other side, turned my way so we can look at each other. I think about telling him my desires from the pool, but his black lashes are battling sleep and it’s not the time.

Nico wakes me up an hour later with a gentle squeeze of my butt. Then, his lips begin to pepper kisses along my cheeks. 

“Hey, Emma just called. They are ready to head back down. Do you want to go or stay here?”

“Let’s go.” I nod, stretching out. I feel recharged from my nap and ready for another margarita. 

Nico heads to the bathroom then comes out, double checking the pool bags.

“Oh, Lio’s hat is with us.” He picks it up, showing me the floppy bucket hat that was responsible for the ovary bouncing. “I can’t wait to buy our kids cute stuff like this. I mean, come on.” He chuckles, tossing it to me. I catch it, tracing an orange fish with googly eyes. My eyes go back to his as he ruffles around in the bags some more, checking the sunscreen supply. He does a double take when he sees the look in my eyes.

“Lex?”

“Neeks, I want you to get me pregnant. I want your baby in me like now.” The words fly out of my mouth suddenly. I clasp my hand over my mouth in shock. Then force myself to continue because the words touched air and I have an ache that will not let me breathe if he doesn’t soothe it. “I want our babies to grow up with Em and Timo’s kids. Let’s just have a whole parade of them together.”

“Are you serious?”

“I’m so serious. Drop the bags and put a baby in me.” 

With no hesitation, Nico empties his hands. He rushes across the room to me, lifting me up into his arms as we aggressively grope at each other. Tongues lap at each other as Lio’s fish hat falls to the ground at our feet.

“Please. Please.” I beg him again. “Watching you with Lio. It’s… done something to me. My brain chemistry is fucked. I don’t know.”

“Damn, Lex.” He moans. “This is so hot.” He groans back as I rub against him, squeezing him over his swim suit. “Are you sure? I need you to be so sure.”

“I am, babe. Please.”

“God, say ‘please put a baby in me’.”

“Please.” I whine earnestly. “Put your baby in me. Wanna make you a daddy, Neeks.”

Nico grunts out in earnest, then puts me on the edge of the bed. He reaches for my bikini bottoms, pulling them off and tossing them behind him. They land on the corner of the TV. I laugh, then suck in a surprised gasp as Nico strokes a finger through my slick flesh.

“Soaked. Baby.” He moans. “Are you off the pill?”

“Um, well, I was supposed to start today but I haven’t taken it.” 

“So this is… no birth control at all?”

“Yeah.” 

“Fuck.” He moans, then pulls himself out of his blue swim trunks. He is rigid, veins protruding against the taut skin. His fingers stroke his hard length, oozing pre-cum out of his head. I untie the white cover up for him. He leans down, stroking himself still while sucking on my nipple through my bikini top. His fingers brush my clit, rubbing gracious circles while I press against his hand.

“Want you inside of me.” I moan, tangling my fingers through his locks as he sucks my other nipple. His mouth opens wider, sucking so much of my flesh into his mouth until his teeth tighten into a gentle bite. My ohmygod is lost in the air of the room, stifled out by the lack of oxygen in my lungs from Nico’s touch. I reach my hand down, encircling his throbbing cock with him and stroking in rhythm together. 

“Gonna cum on your stomach if we keep going.” He says, pulling away from my grasp to run his engorged head along my clit.

“We can’t have that. Need you to cum inside of me.”

“Lex, I did not think you had this in you.” He chuckles, poising at my entrance as he rests one hand on the bed by my head. 

“Look what made me into, Nico Hischier.”

“I’m so lucky.” He says against my lips as he beings to move inside of me. The intensity of his entrance is dulled by the sweetness of his lips on mine. He consumes my moans. “Gonna have the best mama for my baby.” I reach for the hem of his shirt, shoving it up his abdomen and trying to get it off his head. 

“Help.” I am desperate to touch his bare skin. He pauses inside of me, taking his shirt off and knocking his hat off too. I bite my lip as he comes down to kiss me again. His hand shoves my bikini top up my breasts to expose them. 

“I love your tits. I hope they get bigger.” 

“They will.” I moan. “And then you can’t have them.”

“Fuck. That’s gonna be tough.” He works himself deeper into me, watching my face for my head to do… that. It falls to the side as my face scrunches up in need. “Need your help to cum, sweets.”

“Don’t stop…” I whisper as my hand falls to my clit, rubbing in sync with his thrusting. “Nico.”

“I love you, baby. Come for me.”

His words make the ache explode into white hot heat in my core. My legs shake against his sides where he has my knees pressed back. His hands come up, shoving my thighs into my stomach as he fucks himself deep. I reach down, gripping his shaft and stroking forward as he releases cum inside of me. Nico squeeze my hand as we pull more out of him, bucking his hips with a wide open, gasping mouth. He exhales sharply, gently easing out, still dribbling a bit from his tip.

“I love you too.” I finally say, panting in unison with him as my hands grip both his forearms. His hands hold my hips in place as he works towards recover.

Nico crawls onto the bed with me, laying beside me as his right hand covers my belly. I hold his hand there, all three of them rising and falling with my fast breathing. We stare at the ceiling together. Nico’s thumb begins to trace over my skin. I feel emotional tears pinching at my eyes. Nico and I are trying. This is real. We are going to make a baby. Our baby.

“I want this with you so bad, Neeks. That wasn’t just talk.”

“I know. I do too.” He assures, rolling to his side and kissing my shoulder. I turn my face to him so he can kiss my lips. “We should do that a few more times.”

“Yeah. Like at least nine before we leave.” Nico grins.

“Let’s make it 12 for lucky 13 total.” I laugh as he strokes his fingers along my belly again. “I’m going to spoil you.” 

“You already do.”

“Get ready. It’s going to be even more.”

Nico’s phone begins to ring in the pool bag. He tucks himself back into his shorts, then goes to grab it.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Timo’s voice comes through the speaker. Nico makes eye contact with me and we share a silent laugh. 

“Sorry, we fell back asleep.”

“Hurry up, Lio is crabby because he wants Uncle Ni snuggles.” 

“Okay. Five minutes. We’ll be back at the pool.”

He clicks the end button, stuffing his phone into his swim trunks.  

“Uncle Ni gonna be Daddy Ni.” I grin, grabbing my swimsuit bottoms from the TV corner and sliding them on. Nico closes his eyes, shoulders drawn down while his hands go to cover his lap. “Did daddy get you?”

“Yeah.”

“Nico Hischier, my baby daddy.” I sing-song as I dance across the room to him. He pulls me into his arms as I go on my tip toes to kiss him. He helps me retie my bathing suit top on and close my cover up. His fingers splay out on my ribs as he looks down at me when we are done re-dressing together. 

“Today is another moment in my life I couldn’t imagine not having you a part of.” I soften, melting into his body at his sweet words. “No one else I want to do this with but you.”

Life with Nico is an unbelievable dream. Nobody wake me.

[bwoahtastic]

Puppy Pierre just being excited the whole time, running around, jumping on the others, wanting to play or see the little guppies. Just at the end of the day, when he gets tired, he stops and just wants to cuddle

Oh plss! Lil Pierre wagging his tail so hard his whole butt wiggles! He wants to see the guppies and keeps bringing over all his toys to the little cave cos he is so excited he doesn't know how else to show it!

At the end of the day he is so tired he toddles into the cave and plss Max crawling onto land for the first time, legd wobbly, and he snuggles into one of the nest with the guppies and the tiny tired pup!

[4dtk]

NCT DREAM: s/o likes using expletives/sounds while doing mundane tasks

anon: “hello! Can i ask an nct dream reaction to their s/o making lil sounds. I have a habit of making sounds when moving, for example when i scoot over to someone i’ll make a sound like “chukuchuku” and when i jump off a couch i’ll say “pong!” or “weee!” tysm!!” hi anon!!! so glad you decided to request! haven’t written for nct dream for a hot minute so i hope it’s okay!!

i used a lot of laugh/laughter/smile in this one LOL SORRY ABOUT THAT ;; i’ll put it under a cut bc it’s really long!

→ MARK honestly i think mark would just giggle. definitely. that man’s giggle machine never runs out wtf. anyway, without fail he usually breaks into giggles at the sounds that you make. when he becomes used to it, he’ll just smile to himself and continues to do what he’s doing, knowing that you heard his noise of mild amusement. mark’s made it clear that he loves it, but sometimes he laughs a lot that you’re conscious of it. when you do get insecure about it he doesn’t hesitate to let you know that it’s one of his favourite quirks of you!!! i also can honestly see him taking inspiration from ur sounds to include as adlibs to his songs ngl LMAO. 

“yo… can you say that again?” mark says enthusiastically, bringing in his portable recording mic so he could take down your unique sound. you roll your eyes with a smile, pushing out a few more sounds that mimicked the one before the click on mic goes off. your jaw drops, “you didn’t tell me you were already recording!” that prompted you to smack him, causing the endless fit of a laugh-fest you always caught yourself in when you’re with mark.

→ RENJUN fond smile fond smile fond smile!!! renjun loves it when you exclaim out when you leave the couch or have to manoeuvre around something to get somewhere. he likes showing affection to you no matter where you phrase you exclaim, although it’s not that showy. if you happen to do your sound at the dining table some of the members will know for sure that renjun will take your hand under the table or wear a lovesick smile that all of them know too well. renjun has the sweetest words for days too looooord, only if you’re alone tho and wants to know more about your habit and how it came to be??? if that make sense!

the familiar grasp of his hand doesn’t faze you, shooting the man a sheepish smile over the table as you feel his thumb graze over your skin. “renjun, bro, i’m happy for you and all, but i think they can’t eat if their dominant hand is being held,” you hear haechan call out, making the table erupt into light laughter. renjun ignores him but fails to ignore the blush on his cheeks, threatening hyuck with a raised hand as a joke. he doesn’t care about the others, though, when he sees the wide smile on your face and feels the squeeze of his hand in yours.

→ JENO you know how he like has that “hhmnnnmh?” sound. idk how to explain it but the thing that he always does whenever one of the dream members do or say some weird shit. yea he’d do that. the first few times were out of genuine confusion, but as jeno became more used to your sounds and exclamations, he hummed out mostly as a reply to it. the atmosphere would go silent a little as he stares at you with his big, deer-caught-in-the-headlight eyes, and he holds that stare with you for a good 15 seconds LOL. def challenges you by wiggling his head around and then ending up tackling you to the couch or bed. if you’re sitting at a table the most he’d do is to probably land a kiss on your face after teasing you. mans just looking for an excuse to kiss you tbh.

“hhm?” jeno perks up to look to you, head tilted at an angle as you move closer to him at the dining table. his feigned surprise expression switches into a smile as he inches closer to you, ignoring your protests until there’s no more space left. jeno lets out a raspy laugh, lips coming into contact with your temple as the playful nature subsides.

→ HAECHAN the first time you do it, he lets out a dramatic gasp: hand to his mouth, jaw dropped etc. he’s a drama mama but you brush it off with a shove to his shoulder. hyuck def matches your energy like jaemin does but it’s mostly at the expense of his usual whines and pouts. you do it one time and the man does it ten times over. in no time he’s already cuddled up way too close to you with an arm around your waist and his head snuggled into your neck. he loves it when you say your phrases bc then he can exclaim something on his part like “very cute! but i’m cuter!” and you’d have to smack him or something. he dissolves into a fit of giggles along with the usual teasing, but other than that he likes communicate his fondness of your habit through physical touch.

moving around the project you had just bought wasn’t difficult but you couldn’t help the phrase that came naturally each time. “can you make that sound too when you’re riding-“ you don’t waste any time to land a mild slap on his forearm, gaining a laugh from your boyfriend who casually stated it during your movie night. your glare speaks tons, but haechan doesn’t care as he’s all smiles into your hair before continuing the movie. you, too, relax, knowing it was all fun banter that made your time with him all the more enjoyable.

→ JAEMIN oh my god jaem would match your energy 100%, even if the energy isn’t that high as he usually portrays himself in nct videos. with you, he’s a bit more reserved and kept to himself, but he likes it and you like it, too. when you’re moving past someone and make a noise he echoes you in the same manner you said it. and then the smile that comes after? omg 10/10!! beautiful smile!! jaemin just melts at your silly habit and the widest smile spreads across his face tbh. if you’re saying it while you’re alone with him i can see him just laughing and giggling at the words you manage to exclaim, cooing over how cute you are in his arms. jaem best boy

the ring of jaemin’s laughter fills your ears as your butt scoots closer to him, engaging him in the same fun sounds that you frequently make. jaemin repeats it in an exaggerated way, shooting you the biggest grin before pecking your forehead, “ah… why are you so cute (y/n)…” you easily nuzzle into his embrace, relishing in the warmth of his natural body heat and the arm around your waist.

→ CHENLE would counter your sound with a weird sound of his own. i know jaemin makes weird sounds but this man is on a whole other level PLSS. if you’re feeling playful you would reply and this feud of some sort would just continue until one of the other members ask you two to shut up, which would of course result in chenle’s recognisable dolphin laugh. even if you’re a little tired, i feel like the energy would still be up a little, so expect some prodding at your cheek or sides and kiss attacks from the mans. he would definitely coo, but not in the cheesy, cutesy way jaemin would. chenle has a more teasing and outgoing nature to him. it’s relentless and you’d have to stop him at some point but he’s making you laugh and having such a good time so you admire him instead.

the shrill sound fills your ears, responding to your phrase with one of his own. when you reply, he does it too, which prompts you to sigh in resignation at his endless energy. chenle catches on, but doesn’t press on further, instead entertaining you by giving you endless pecks on your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips. you name it. the laugh he had, now, was more muted, liking the way your sounds of mixed protest and joy meant the opposite, “hey stop! baobei, you’re messing up my hair!”

→ JISUNG the poor boy would jump a little, but he finds himself being able to connect your actions to the sound you would make. i think the only time he would be really started was if you exclaimed a new phrase or if the action itself takes him off guard. like almost colliding with him in a hallway or popping up behind the fridge. jisung would have the littlest hint of a smile on his face, although he tries not to show it that much. i feel like he also would chuckle to himself quietly. he likes the quirk a lot that he finds himself thinking about it from time to time and even picking it up for fun one day. it felt so natural to do it that he just started to do it, too. maybe not as often as you do though! he usually cringes at it tho LMAO he doesn’t know how you make it sound so endearing. his reaction would be also just be a moment of “omg that was so cute, i love them so much”

as you land on the sofa with a sound spilling from your lips, you don’t miss jisung’s flinch at your appearance. “that one’s new,” his eyes are wide, but it eventually melts into a smile. he naturally leans back as he accepts the defeat shown on the television screen, but you don’t miss a beat to snatch the controller from him, going ahead to play the game in his stead. as you curl up by his side, you quickly beat your boyfriend at the level as his arm curls around your torso cautiously. jisung can only smile in the moment, finding that it was reaching his ears when you tease him again about the easy level.

[slytherinbangchan]

“Fullsun” (NCT Haechan smut)

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Summary: Hooking up with haechan but it’s also sweet and cute.

W: Smut, edging, dirty talk, creampie. 1.6k words This scenario is part of one of my Ao3 works, let me know if you want me to post the rest of the fic here too. Original tittle of the chapter: 해��.

“I bet you missed me.” Hyuck says between kisses and you smile. “Bet you missed me more.” You kiss him again and the uber driver prays so there's no more red lights on the way to your house. Is not like you're being cheesy anyway. It's more of a competitive thing but who could tell besides you two?

You kiss all the way to your apartment almost falling more than once and practically forgeting you have to get off the elevator once its doors open. There's a trail of some scattered clothes from your apartment's door to your bedroom but you both still have your underwear on as you climb on the bed. As Hyuck kisses your neck down to your boobs you feel your heart beating faster. Then he goes up again and kisses you deeply. “Y/n.” He calls between kisses. “Can we just stay like this for tonight?” He asks and you stop kissing to look at him. You tilt your head and comb his hair softly with your fingers while you think about it for a second. “Sure.” You chuckle softly and he smiles before kissing you again.

Hyuck asking you to just cuddle wasn't something you were counting on but it doesn't bother you either. He talks a lot but he's so cute you just love listening to him and pretending you don't notice how his fingers play, leaving caresses all over your skin as he speaks. But guess that what you're loving the most right now, is how he can't help but kissing you from time to time even if he's in the middle of a sentence. Making your heart skip a beat everytime. And he's so tired now. He's fighting to keep his eyes opened. “Just sleep you idiot.” You chuckle and he faintly smiles. “But I wanna.... Kiss...” He says as his eyes close. Your heart swoons. His mouth is not entirely closed. He really must be exhausted but no wonder, it’s 6am when you check the time on your phone. You're so used to not getting enough sleep though that staying up isn't really a big deal so you watch him for a bit before actually getting sleepy.

You wake up like 4 hours later cause you're cold and he's still asleep next to you. And damn, you feel so blessed right now cause you really need more sleep and you were kinda afraid he'd be a morning person.

He's still facing you. His hair all messy. The skin on one of his arms glows golden under that single ray of sun that managed to enter your room through the blinds. And suddenly you're jealous of the sun, so you snuggle into Hyuck and grab his arm so he'd hold you. He slightly wakes up with a deep breath cause you kinda startled him but as he opens his eyes a little and realizes it's you, he squeezes you lightly and kisses your forehead before instantly falling asleep again.

Ah, wish your heart wasn't beating this fast right now.

There's still a hint of his perfume on his neck. Smells like flowers. The warmth of his body and his embrace makes you feel so safe that you fall asleep again in no time.

“Have you ever had a serious girlfriend?” You ask as you play with his hair. “Yeah, it's been a while though.” He says and you chuckle. “How old are you? How long could have been?” You ask and he tries not to smile. “Hey, I'm old enough, don't laugh at me.” He whines avoiding your eyes by playing with your necklace. You smile and peck his lips but he catches yours in a kiss, rolling over the bed to end up on top of you. Kissing your neck now down to your boobs. “What are you doing?” You chuckle and he smirks against your skin. “Morning sex?” You scoff as you smile to his answer. “It's 1pm.” You say. “Skipping lunch sex?” He asks as he climbs back to your lips for a kiss. You can feel his boner against your thigh as he kisses you so you pull his boxers down without breaking the kiss, but you're so curious... You want to see him leaking before you could even touch him. Cause you know he is. So you push him so he stands on his knees and take a look at his dick. “W-What are you doing?” He asks trying to hide how nervous he just got with a laugh, but he's blushing. You simply smile at him and get a bit closer to rub his precum oozing tip as he kisses you before you start jerking him off slowly. “Damn Hyuckie you really got this hard with just some kisses, huh?” You tease him and he blushes even more. “Ah, stop... I want to cum with you.” He whines in a pout and you squeeze his tip. “I asked you a question, baby. Didn't I?” You ask and he bites his lips. “Y-yes...” He places his hand over yours as if he was trying to stop you but he's not even trying that hard. “Do you really want me to stop?” You ask as you slow down your hand movements and he whines at the lack of friction. “N-No... Sorry. Please... Keep... Doing that..” He asks with that beautiful voice of his, giving you butterflies. He's too cute to actually deny him anything. This might be a problem at some point but for now, you just come kneel next to him so he can easily keep kissing you as you start jerking him off again.

“You're so cute Hyuckie.” You whisper on his ear. He's been whimpering for a bit now as you touch him. You stop for a moment to rub his tip with your thumb and he bites his lip. His eyes watering out of frustration. And he's been so good, no matter how many times you've edged him.

You feel his hand on your thigh and how it moves to the inner part. “What are you doing?” You ask as you smile and he smirks. His fingers running up and down your clothed slit now. “You're so wet... If you plan on keep torturing me, I might as well be inside you for the rest of it don't you think?” He says and you smile. “Right.” You get rid of your panties while he goes sit against the headboard. Then you crawl back to Hyuck and slowly sit on him. His hands on your hips as you go down and then they move up to your tits. He throws back his head in pleasure as you completely sit. A lil groan leaving his lips. You chuckle softly and he looks at you trying not to smile. “What? You feel so good.” He pouts and you smile then lean over him to kiss. “Mhm~ It feels good having you inside me too.” You say and he kisses you again.

You move to a slow pace with his hands on your hips guiding you. Your arms resting over his shoulders in a soft hug and his head on your boobs, biting around from time to time. “Hyuckie...You're so big.” You moan, and he sucks on your nip as he grasps on your butt pressing you against him. “Ah Hyuckie, I'm gonna go crazy. Fuck me harder please.” You beg, failing on your attempt to edge him one last time. He smiles and looks up to get a kiss. “All four?” He asks and you nod as you bite your lips then quickly change positions.

Your butt up all ready as you hug your pillow waiting for him. He kneels behind you and tilts his head as he watches you. “What are you doing?” You whine as you blush and try to block his view. “Ah, noo don't hide it. You look so good like that.” He whines and pushes your hands so he can see again. His fingers run up your inner thigh collecting your juices. “Ah, y/n... Seriously you're dripping. I love it so much.” He says. “I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to hold it much longer.” He says as he enters you. “Just go ahead and cum inside me already.” You whine as you softly wiggle your butt and he starts thrusting into you again. It doesn't take long for you to feel your orgasm building up. He's hitting all the right places from that position and honestly, all that hissing and whimpering coming out of his mouth is making you extremely horny. You moan out some profanities as you release and he grasps harder on your hips feeling your walls clenching around his member, then he moves faster, finding his own release. He groans as his moves become erratic while he cums, then he keeps slowly thrusting on you until you've milked him completely. “Ah... That's a lot of cum.” You say still all in four as you wiggle your butt after he pulls out. Watching the juices running down your thighs. He chuckles. “Yeah? Whose fault is that huh?” He asks as he flips you over so you fall back into bed to kiss you. “Ahh, you idiot, now my bed is ruined.” You pout. “It's just cum. And it was about to get on it anyway if you'd let it keep running down your legs.” He chuckles and pecks your lips. “We could take a shower. I'll help you clean up~” He says before kissing you again. "You better do." You pout and he pecks your lips before jumping out of bed. He motions you to follow him as he smirks and you roll your eyes. "Should I take that shower by myself them?" He asks as he chuckles and you get out of bed. "No way."

[tinymaru-archived]

HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY MUFFIN !!! i am wishing tons and tons of belphie hugs lucifer cuddles and satan snuggles upon you and i hope today's being beautiful asf for you and i love you vv much and i am sending you warm hugs and forehead kisses and a bunny lushfah (> - <)

[ps: did you catch that lil tail wag? it's because he's excited to see and celebrate you <3]

HI SUMMER HUNNY I missed you 😭❤️

Thank youuuuuu hahaha I’m catching up on the hugs and kisses from my 2d boys rn 😂

Bunny Luci is the best and no one can tell me otherwise, that tail wiggle 😵‍💫 need to smack his cute butt!!

[httpsohnpouts]

Hi I’d like the prompt 17 with member chanhee pls n thxs ❤️🥺

ღ pairing: chanhee x reader

ღ genre: fluff + a lil suggestive throughout

ღ word count: 0.5k

ღ prompt: #17 valentine’s day

ღ a/n: sorry for the wait! ><

the day was pretty chill to begin with, you and chanhee weren’t really the type to be extravagant naturally and this applies to valentine’s day also. why do you need a specific day of the year to express your undying and unconditional love for one another when you have the whole 365 days of the year to do just that. regardless, it still made your heart flutter whenever chanhee would surprise you with something and vice versa.

you and your group of friends took the day out whilst chanhee was busy at practice with the boys, promising to spend the night in with one another. you and the girls chatted about your boyfriends as well as what gifts they had in mind for each. one of them mentioning a shirt and cologne that her partner had been eyeing up in the store last week when they went to buy groceries and the others being drawn to the idea of a new set of lingerie to present them with when the curtains were closed. you, however, nothing really caught your attention or stood out to you in terms of what to get for your deserving boyfriend. he deserved the world, and yet you couldn’t think of a single gift that could ever convey and express all into one.

calling your shopping spree to an end, all of you went your separate ways and you began preparing for when chanhee was due to come home.

it was a couple hours later when you heard the door to your apartment open and the jingling of keys as they were placed on the rack just inside, the clanking of the metal shoe storage as chanhee placed his shoes there, “hey baby.”

jumping into his arms, his hands slithering under your butt in order to keep you there as he snuggled his nose with yours before imprinting kisses all the way from your cheek to your jaw, and then down your neck to your collarbone, “hey,” you giggled, lifting his face up to be level with yours as you cupped his cheek, “save that for later.” you winked, wiggling your way out of your boyfriends arms as he tapped your bottom before picking up a golden gift bag and handing it to you.

“for you, my precious.”

“oh why thankyou baby.” you chuckled, shuffling your feet across the floor quickly as you went to get your own gift bag, “for you, my king.”

admiring the gifts you both got one another, endless kisses shared in between - distractions created by make out sessions that left you seated on your boyfriends lap as his hands never stopped roaming your body as yours tugged at his blonde roots - your valentine’s day spent together never being anything less than perfect.

[tonystarkstan]

things that dogs do that I really love with my whole heart:

when they lay down with their legs pointed backwards (which I’m told is called splooting)

when they sit next to you and look up at you and lean their whole body against you

when they make lil yipping noises in their sleep

when they fetch and are very bad at it but try anyway

when they ahdgsjshdhsjsjddhhd oh my GOD when they lay their precious heads on a pillow or blanket like humans, I swear to god that’s the cutest shit ever

when they AHHHDGSGSHDH when you’re petting them and you stop and they reach up with their paw to keep you there

when they wiggle their butts super enthusiastically because they’re excited

when they get a new toy and they’re so proud of it so they carry it around everywhere and show it to everyone in the house multiple times so you can tell them how amazing it is

when they snuggle up with you and rest their head on your legs or stomach

when they exist

[crassussativum]

Day 8: Festival

((I’ve written Mavic’s parents a few times, but only in other AU’s I’ve had going. And I’ve definitely written Orrick more than I’ve written Desya. I see them as really truly loving each other, devoted to each other and their little family. Orrick’s more goofy, Desya’s more serious, but they match each other perfectly. When I do write them, usually from Mav’s point of view, he’s been known to say they were meant to be. It was really nice to get to show them for just a little bit.))

Another one for: @oc-growth-and-development

Virim Farmstead, Carthaan: 2152

“C’mere you lil’ pyjack!” Orrick laughed, caught his son in the towel and scooped him up before the soaking wet toddler managed to escape from the bathroom. Again. Mavic was a wild one, not that he’d had much experience with children before his own but Spirits, he’d certainly never been this energetic. Orrick rubbed the towel all over him before carrying him into his room. “You remember what your momma wanted you to wear to the festival?”

Mavic trilled and raced away when put down on his feet, and Orrick, ready to chase and catch him again, was surprised to see his boy head over to the pile of clothes stacked on his bed. “Momma want!”

“Yes, I reckon she does.” He smiled and then helped his boy dress, adding a sweater over his clothes just in case the night was cooler than they’d expected. “Alright then Mavi boy, go find your shoes and get them on, but you stay in the house and wait for me and your momma this time.”

“Shoes and wait.” Mavic nodded his little head smartly and then raced off again.

Orrick gathered the towel and other bits of laundry from the floor and tossed them in the basket by the door. They needed to work on real sentences with Mavic and stop letting him get away with just a few words here and there but at least he followed directions well. Even going at full speed. Spirits, maybe he and Desya should have talked about having him when they were a little younger, he almost couldn’t keep up with the little whirlwind. 

...

“Do you want me to carry him?” Orrick teased his mate as Mavic squirmed and wiggled in Desya’s arms. She had a good grip on him but Orrick knew how utterly exhausting it was trying to wrangle their little monster when he got it in his head to run. Still, he smiled, holding his arms out while she gave him something of an exasperated look.

“I’m startin’ to think we ought to get him one of those leashes.” She teased back, shifting their toddler a little higher on her hip. If he did manage to wiggle free, she knew they’d never catch him again in this crowd.

Orrick laughed. “He’d run ‘bout us and have us tied up together in no time.”

“Oh, but would that be so bad?” Desya winked at him.

“Nah,” He blushed and laughed again, swinging an arm about the both of them as they waited in line. Carthaan’s harvest festival was in full swing. Hell, it looked like half the town was here with the other half waiting to get into the local park. He smelled all kinds of delicious food and could see Mavic sniffing the air too. Well, that must be why he’d gone all wild once they’d gotten out of the car. Little thing was hungry again. Orrick smiled.

“I know that look.” Desya snorted beside him.

“What?”

“You are not pumpin’ him full of sugar and settin’ him loose on the other kids again.” She said firmly but he could see her grinning too.

“And why not? Look, they’ve gotta animal pen set up for ‘em.” He pointed ahead of them.  “I don’t think Mavi can climb out of it. And just think how good he’ll sleep tonight.”

Oh, he could see her thinking about that, the quirk to her mandibles that told him just how interested she was in a night where Mavic didn’t crawl into their bed for snuggles. He nudged her a few times, wagging his mandibles suggestively until he had her laughing.

“He has to eat somethin’ other than just sugar.” Desya said in her drill sergeant voice and Orrick saluted smartly. 

“Yes ma’am!” He took their wiggling toddler from her arms and parked him across his shoulders. “Whatcha think, Mavi boy? Sit up tall. You see somethin’ you wanna eat?”

Mavic patted his little hands on Orrick’s fringe. “Fish! Fish!” He chirped and was immediately trying to climb down.

“Whoa now!” He took a grip of the toddler’s feet to keep him from falling. “Park your lil’ butt and I’ll take us for some fish.”

“I’ll catch up. I see some folks I want to talk to.” Desya kissed his cheek and Mavic leaned down for a fringe kiss. “Behave for you father, please.”

“Yeah, momma.” The little boy chirped and wrapped his hands around Orrick’s fringe again, holding on without all his wiggling this time.

Orrick got them both a fried fish on a skewer from one of the food stalls and then sat down with Mavic at a picnic table. He watched the toddler tear into the fish with a happy trill and then nibble on the stick too to get all the little bits off. “That’s good stuff, huh, Mavi?”

“Good stuff.” The toddler nodded, smiling with his mandibles wide.

He tapped his talons on the table between them. “I know some better stuff,” He shared in a playful whisper. “But we can’t tell your momma ‘bout it, yeah?”

Mavic tilted his head and flared his mandibles. “Secret?”

“Sorta.” Orrick chuckled. “C’mon and I’ll show you.”

The toddler reached his hands high for pick-ups and Orrick put him across his shoulders again as he went in search of other food stalls. He pointed things out to Mavic on the way. Games to play and people they knew from town, a scattering of extended family here and there but everyone showed up for the festival. Finally, he found the stall he was looking for, the sweet smell making his mouth water and he felt Mavic sit up high on his shoulders.

“Treat?”

“Yeah, Mavi boy, treat time. For you and for me.” Orrick laughed warmly, patting his hanging feet with one hand and holding onto him with the other. The wait wasn’t long and soon he carried Mavic back to the picnic table with their treats in hand. The toddler stared with big eyes and flared mandibles, looking back and forth between him and his treat. “Go on now.”

Mavic’s trill was high pitched and if Orrick thought he’d torn into the fish with gusto, it was nothing compared to how he ripped into the sticky mass of candied fruit. Spirits, he’d have to clean the toddler’s hands before he set him loose in that animal pen with the other small children. Thankfully he’d learned to always carry some wet-wipes with him, especially if he was taking Mavic anywhere.

Soon, they were both done with the treat and Orrick carefully cleaned Mavic’s hands for him, making sure not to leave any sticky behind. “Alright, I’m gonna park you in that pen now to play. Sound good?”

“Games?” The toddler blinked up at him, pointing away from the pen and into the crowd. 

“We’ll do some games with your momma in a lil’ bit.” Orrick told him. “Right now you need to run some energy off.”

“Run!” He watched those big orange eyes lit up and he only just managed to snatch the toddler before he darted off.

“In the pen, Spirits, you can run in the pen with the other kids.” Orrick laughed, hauling his boy close and carrying him toward the pen just stocked full of other wild children with a few parents standing by to make sure nothing got out of hand. He leaned over the high fence and put Mavic down on his feet. The toddler was off like a shot and found a few other kids to play chase with in no time. Orrick leaned on the fence, smiling. He wouldn’t trade this for anything. 

[littlesparkyabdl]

Sora and the Pool

On the deck of the dreaded Stinkypoopoo, the dreaded captain Brown Bottomed surveyed his crew, making sure the lines were being trended too as the tall and handsome cap'n,. complete with eye patch and cap'hook hat, looked over to his cabin boy. "Arrh Riku, get yer scrawny butt over here and pour yer cap'n a drink!" he called. The wimpy tiny and scary Riku, dressed in a sailor outfit compete with a dorky hat and shorts bulging with a pull up squeaked and wet himself, basking in the glory that was his handsome awesome cap'n. In the real world, Riku was in just his swim shorts, ending the big pool they had in the back yard, and swimming back and forth, making sure to keep a eye on his little guy. Sora was dressed in his red swim diaper, and had water wings on both arms even though he was just sitting in a kiddie pool that came up to his waist. The reason for making the little guy swim in his own pool wasn't as cruel as one might think.. just if Sora had a blowout in his diaper the plastic flimsy pool could be washed out or even thrown out, it was only 20 bucks after all.. while the cost of cleaning their big pool would be in the triple digits.

Still Sora looked happy, swishing his ship back and forth and talking to himself, though he was positive he heard his name and mention of a poopy accident once or twice.

"He's such a dork.. but he's my dork." Riku chuckled then drove under the water.

"Really Riku? I trusted you with those pull ups, don't you wanna be a big boy like me?" the cap'n sighing, showing off his totally big boy briefs with a lion king print on them, positive that no one would notice the slight layer of padding in them.

Indeed the silly lil shorty Riku was coo'ing and gasping in awe at how kewl his undies were while stinking like a baby.. which meant that it was time to put riku in diapers.. and man did Riku super stink cuz it was like.. he could.. really..smell..

Snapping out of his fantasy world Sora realised why the poopie smell had been so realistic and blushed and squirmed as he was still going, little bubbles popping up and man, was he super stinky!

Well he told daddy not to give him all that broccoli baby food but would he listen? and now who was paying the price?

Holding his nose and pouting, Sora turned his head to look for daddy, only to find somehow he had already figured it out, and was on his way!

Riku had risen out of the water, and smelled something foul and rotten in the air and looked over to see Sora grunting and staining.. and then slowly coming to realise that he had just pooped himself. Swimming to the edge of the pool and pulling himself out he strolled over as Sora turned to look for him and mentally sighed with delight as Sora held his arms up and just whined. "Come on buddy, let's get you outta that stinkkky diaper." he said as he leaned down and picked up Sora, who was able to squirm and wiggle his way into place on daddy's hip. "I swear, your part monkey." He teased. Sora giggled at that and made a few monkey noises..then frowned as he saw were they were heading. "That's right buddy, daddy's just gonna hose you off in the back yard.. you don't wanna stink up the whole house do you?" He asked. "If it means not having my poopie butt exposed to everyone I do!" Sora whined and tried to give him the puppy dog eyes. "Sorry kiddo, when you smell THAT bad it doesn't matter how cute you are." He said and set the stinker down by a practically lush and green area of the backyard.

Sora whined and pouted, he HATED the hose, it always made his peepee shrink so bad it practically went in him, Plus everyone could see him!

'I better get a LOT of cuddles out of this.' The big baby thought as he sucked on his thumb.

Daddy was undoing the snaps to the swim diaper so Sora spread his legs, letting it plot to the grass and unleash a even more toxic stink.

"And you wanted that in the house!" Riku said, holding his nose and stepping back, grabbing the hose and aiming the nozzle.

Sora turned and braced himself, and still yelped and jumped as the first spray of cold water washed away the muck,and made him look like a girl .

turning around it was worse (though daddy used the gentlest setting for that) but soon sora was squeaky clean and shivering,m wearing nothing but his water wings.

"Oops, daddy forgot to grab a diaper.. you wait here and he'll be right back with a soft towel and clean diaper." daddy said and took off..leaving poor Sora shaking and sure the whole world was looking at his cute butt.

Riku casually strolled back inside the house, taking his time to heat up a towel in the dryer quickly for Sora while getting the diaper..and so he took about a full five minutes before coming out to see Sora was beet red in the face even as he still shivered. "Sorry buddy, that took longer then I expected." he lied and covered up the now basically drip dried boy with the towel, who mewed at the heat and snuggled into him. And it was a good thing the towel wasn't in the way as the sudden heat made Sora squirt out a lil pee. "heh.. we better get you padded asap." Riku said and tugged the baby away from the spot and onto the cement in front of the patio door, laying him down and getting him powdered and diapered asap. "there. now you can trinkle alll you want, worry free." Riku cooed and tickled the lil guys tumm. This of course made Sora giggle and wet a little bit even as he cooed just like a baby.

Scooped up in daddies arms, Sora was sucking on his thumb and any anger at this wonderful loving man was instantly forgotten. He was delighted to see daddy was gonna have them watch some cartoon..well after he got the water wings from sora. He sat him on the couch and covered him with a blanket, telling him to pick something to watch while he got dressed. Sora thought long and hard too, and decided to pick the lion guard cuz daddy could at least stand that one. when daddy came back in wearing a loose pair of boxers and a under shirt Sora blushed and swore for a second his vision went all anime vision..little hearts and everything all around daddy. "heh, i know that look. stop gushing and scoot over so we can snuggle." "Yesh sir!" Sora cooed happily. "I didn't think you'd argue." Riku said with a grin and then took his seat, getting under the covers and within seconds Sora was nuzzling into his side. "well, somebodies all affectionate." he teased. "I'm just still cold." Sora semi lied. "totally just using you for heat." Ok. that one was a total lie. "Mmmmmhmm.. So if I did this.." and then daddy patted Sora butt and the widdle guy mewed and snuggled into daddy..then farted. ">....You know.. we were having a moment here.." "Ehehehe We still care I'm sure tha-" PBBBBT! "t's...the last of them.. ok. starting....now." Sora said in a sheepish tone, only to fart again. "If you're gonna poop again i'm putting you on the front porch. " Daddy said. And Sora knew it was a lie. knew that daddy would never do that.. but still.. "Your a butt you know that?" Sora whined as daddy literally scared the poop out of him. "Gah, trust me, all the regrets!" daddy chuckled, and it was true, the stink was just as bad as before. "Maybe we should go camping?" Sora suggested..spawning aa idea. Story written by ThatYamiGuy

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Of Farms Fairs And Fame (Last Part)

The fact that I had started this one so long ago, makes me all the happier to know that I actually managed to finish it after all this time lol.

It wasn’t quite dark yet, the sky hung somewhere between a soft indigo and the black of night. At the very bottom of the horizon, Azula could see the last tinges of orange and gold. Soft pops and sparkles danced in various spots in the yard.

“Hey, over here! Pass me one!” Toph shouted.

Azula watched Jet rummage through a cooler and toss Toph a bottle of orange-cream pop. For the most part she had gotten good at sensing where objects were, but this time the bottle fell to the grass and she had to stoop down and feel for it.

Across the way, TyLee was weaving flowers into the hair of Zuko and Mai. Near the treeline Katara was waving a sparkler in front of Aang and waiting for him to try to imitate her motions. A little ways away, on the hill, her father and Iroh were working to set up for the firework display.

Azula herself was seated on one of the picnic tables in her yard with a plate in hand. Three attempts in--the first two being chilly in the middle--later she finally had an edible hotdog on her plate and a boyfriend sitting next to her looking entirely pleased with himself. “Not bad fer my first time on the grill.” He commented.

“Eh, coulda been better.” Azula shrugged.

“Hey!”

Azula smiled at him and picked a slice of watermelon off of her plate.

“I werked hard on them first two.” He added in a mumble.

“Ya sure did, but they still tasted mighty awful.” Azula replied with a shrug.

“No! No! You scram! Git!” She heard her dad hollar from the hilltop. She looked over to see Tom-Tom and a pack of rouge school children rolling down the hill giggling and squealing in delight. Noticing the commotion, Mai stood to retrieve her brother. The boy took off in a wild sprint, leaving Mai groaning as she tried to catch up to that human ball of energy. He darted about, nearly slamming into Zuko and shoving between Suki and Yue. The poor girl was so startled that she dropped her bombpop onto Suki’s toes. “I knew I shoulda worn sneakers, stead’a sandals.”  The girl muttered.

“I got ‘im!” TyLee shouted, darting in Tom-Tom’s direction

Azula wasn’t one for pictures or videos but she turned her camera to follow the mini-frenzy. She was going to miss this brand of small-town chaos. At least the videos would give her something to assure her that she would never lose the feel of it.

Tossing her father’s no pigs at the table rule to the side, she lifted Spade onto the wood. She supposed that picnic tables weren’t the same as dinner tables anyhow. She wondered if she could smuggle him onto the plane.

“Hey!” Chan called from by the picket fence, waving she and Sokka over. “Com’mer fer a moment.”

Azula took Sokka’s hand and led him to where Chan was leaning, plastic cup of pepsi in hand. “Just wanted ta congratulate you fer yer record deal. Yer gonna get to go to them big parties now.” He made a grand sweeping gesture. “You’ll have to invite me ta one a them one day.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Azula replied. Of course she had his request on camera so she would be forgetting it that easily.

She stared out at the rolling open field beyond her fence. She didn’t think she had ever seen so many fireflies. The critters were everywhere floating and drifting lazily like dust motes. They blinked on and off at random intervals. It was yet another thing she was happy to have caught in her lenses.

“Gochya!” She heard TyLee declare as Tom-Tom whined in disappointment and disbelief.

“Praise the lord.” Mai grumbled. “Lil’ demon, that one.”

“Aww, he ain’t no demon.”

“Wanna sip?” Chan offered, drawing her attention back.

“Got my own, thanks.” Azula replied.

“Hey, well, we’re gonna miss you over here.” Chan gestured between he, Ruon-Jian, and the rest of his gaggle of boys. “How ‘bout a toast? Yer dorky boyfren’ can join us too.”

“Dorky!?” Sokka sputtered.

“To makin’ it big.” Chan declared.

Azula tapped her cup against his, hoping that the toast wasn’t premature. Chan gave her a wide smile and a thumbs up. With that and a wave, she set off to meet up with Zuko. It was dark enough for her father to begin setting off the fireworks. She made her way through smoke bombs and dodged stray poppers that Toph was chasing Aang with.

“Get yer teeny butt back here Twinkle Toes, you ain’t afraid of a few sparks are ya?” She teased.

“I kinda am, actually.” Aang confessed as she tossed one at his toes. “Katara, help me!”

Katara tried to stifle a laugh.

“Should we…?” Azula started.

“Nah, Kat can handle Toph. She does it all the time.”

Azula dropped herself onto the blanket Zuko had spread out for he and Mai and patted the ground next to her. “Well. Sit.”

“But ain’t that Zuko’s blanket?” Sokka asked.

Azula thought for a moment, tapping her chin as Spade made himself nice and cozy in her lap. “If he wanted it so bad, then he shouldn’t have left it open.”

TyLee flounced up next them and laid herself, belly-down, on the blanket. “Gee, it sure were nice of Zuko to set up this here blanket for us.”

“I set that up for Mai and I.” He grumbled.

“Finders keepers.” Azula retorted smugly.

“Guess I’m sittin’ in your lap.” Mai declared to her boyfriend.

Ozai waited for the last few to acquire their snacks and gather around. As soon as Iroh and Kya got the children to settle, Ozai lit the first. It sailed into the air with a sparkling gold tail, upon reaching its zenith it burst into a twinkling rain. One after the other, roman candles and bottle rockets spit fire and sparks into the sky. Azula hoped that she would shine as bright as them once she took to the stars. Stroking, Spade’s fur, Azula gazed at her semi-crowded yard. Chan still leaned upon the picket fence, this time facing skyward, occasionally cursing as a scrap of firework floated down into his drink. Tom-Tom was snuggled up in his mother’s arms as she protective shield his ears from the blasts. A few of the older children paid the fireworks little attention as they tried to catch fireflies. And Toph was still chasing Aang all around the yard. Sokka wiggled his way closer, putting his left arm around her and leaned into to press the side of his head against hers.

Colorful flashes illuminated much of the backyard and she thought of how Chan and Jet used to tell ghost stories about wild and unknown creatures dragging party-goers and campers into the forest between sparkling burts. She recalled one summer where Suki had made it her mission to dress up as such a creature and steal Ruon-Jian.

With a gentle fluttering in her belly, Azula wondered if she was going to have another moment like that or like the one she was having now. She wondered if this was going to be the last real summer barbecue she was going to have with her friends and family.

She supposed that she best cherish the moment in full and keep that camera close.

After the firework display a few neighbors began their goodbyes and their promises to come back for the next barbeque. In spurts guests would depart until their crowd dwindled down to a few stragglers and their closest friends and relatives. Soon Mai’s mother left to take Tom-Tom to bed--being it was already far past his normal bedtime--with instructions to Mai to have a safe trip home.

For herself, Azula wandered onto the dock with Spade in her arms and TyLee and Sokka beside her. As always, she dipped her feet into the water, watching fireflies flicker between stalks of catkins. The pond had a more fishy smell even without the summer sun to make the scent worse. She knew that soon Iroh and Ozai would be using it to fish before going to bigger ponds and lakes. That they would soon begin planning their annual camping trip. The same one that allowed she and Zuko to always begin their summer shenanigans--it was just one more small little thing that she would miss.

“Congrats on making it to state.” Azula smiled.

TyLee offered a soft, somewhat somber smile in return. Azula wouldn’t be the only one leaving home for a good while. “I’m gonna miss it here, ya know?”

“Absolutely.” Azula replied.  

TyLee perked back up. “Thanks!” She declared. “For the congrats. I’m really excited, after the whole broken leg thing, I didn’t think I were gonna get anywhere. But now…” she paused. “I might be a professional horse racer!”

“You earned it Ty. You been practicin’ real hard.”

“I’m really gonna miss the both’a y’all” Sokka admitted. Azula could swear she heard his voice crack. She looks to the pond and its collection of fireflies drifting lazily over the water. She caught a glimpse of a toad croaking before it leapt beneath the surface. For a while they were quiet with only said croaking and the chirps of crickets to fill that silence.

“‘Bout that, Sokka.” Azula started. “I was actually hopin’ that you’d come with me. It’d be awful hard to try ‘n sing your parts on stage.”

Sokka’s face lit up, but fell almost immediately. “I don’t think I ken afford--”

Azula hushed him. “You better not say no, father already bought yer plane ticket.”

“Yer pops is a nice man. I outta give ‘im a hug.”

Azula punched his shoulder. “Don’t you dare. He ain’t like those.”

Zuko and Mai come to join them on the dock with Katara, Toph, and Aang following close. Even Chan, Jet, and Suki tagged along. “Got somethin’ for you, Azula.” Zuko greeted.

Azula turned to see them holding up a small cupcake. “We each added something to it.” Aang remarked. “I drew the icing smiley faces.”

Zuko pulled out a pack of sparklers. “I figered we could all light ‘em up tagether, one last time ‘for life goes on.”  Azula knew at once that he wasn’t just talking about her and TyLee’s new found stardom, but about his own plans for college as well.

Azula gave a small grin. “I think we can all do that.”

They each reached into the pack and picked out a single sparkler. “Do the honors?” Sokka offered to Azula. She took the lighter and lit her sparkler and used that to light Sokka’s. Sokka turned and lit TyLee’s and TyLee’, Mai’s. And then Mai lit Zuko’s, until everyone had a sparkler burning. It was a dazzling display that reflected in the pond.

In that moment, nothing had changed at all. They were just a large circle of long time, small town friends sharing conversation and laughs as midnight transitioned into very early morning.

Just long time, small town friends, on a typical summer night.

.oOo.

“I know you got your camera, but I want you to have this too.” Iroh handed Azula the small book. He observed her as she looked it over, turning to the page with the photo of she and her companions standing at the pond with sparklers.

Between the mighty sound of plans departing, Azula offered her thank you’s. Ozai listened to his brother and daughter converse.

With nothing else to do her turned to Sokka, “you best take care’a her, boy.” He narrowed his eyes. “If you ain’t take care’a her, I will steal every last cow your family owns.”

“I’m purtty sure she ken take care’a herself.” Sokka pointed out. “But I’ll help.”

“You better, boy. You better.” Ozai folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t doubt that the boy would, he had always seemed to look out for Azula in the past, but it didn’t hurt none to give him a good ol’ fashioned mild threat.

“Hey, thanks fer the tickets, Azula’s pops. We’re gonna have a great time.” Sokka spoke in way of a goodbye.

Ozai watched him dash to catch up to Azula. He allowed Iroh and Zuko to finish their conversations with Azula before coming to her side. He was just as little for cuddles and fluffy gestures as Azula was. But he didn’t push his daughter away when she wrapped her arms around him. He curled one arm around her and pat her head twice with the other. “Don’t you get into any trouble out there, you understand me?”

“I know, father.”

“There’s gonna be boys ‘n booze, ‘n I ain’t want you mixed up in none’a that.”

“I know.” Azula repeated, already looking tired of the conversation. But he was her father and it was his right to give her a well-meaning lecture every now and again.

“I ain’t wanna have to fly all the way over to wherever you are to come help you.” He would, but, lord, he didn’t want to. “So you stick to the music and you keep yourself out’a trouble. Also don’t get too close to that Sokka boy, if you know what I mean. You don’t know what I’ll do to ‘im if...”

“Dad…” Azula grumbled, her cheeks delicately flushed.

“Just…” He trailed off. “Just make your pops proud. Make your ma proud, I know she would be.” He squeezed her shoulder.

“I will father.”

He knew that she would. Still, it was hard to let her go. And harder still to watch her wave as she ascended the stairs to the airplane.

“You raised some good kids.” Iroh took a stand next to him. “Both’a them are gonna go far.”

Ozai sure hoped so. He watched the plane shrink into a small speck in the sky. He supposed that the next time he’d be seeing his daughter, it would be on TV.

“Wha’do ya say we start packin’ fer our own trip?”

“My fishin’ pole’s already in the truck.”

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PET APPRECIATION !

HI this is Lola she is 8 and the best thing to ever happen to me. She’s cool bc she knows how to unmake a human bed and get herself in it and snuggle up she also does a cute little wiggle whilst sitting on her butt when she sees ppl she loves!!! she also has the cutest lil feets and snorts in my face ! a lot!

What a great start, a real 10/10. Marvellous, stupendous and a little mischief maker. Because you never mentioned a fandom, I hope you don’t mind that I have taken the liberty to assign this little gem into Disney with Figaro. Figaro, like Lola loves to unmake and bundle up in a nice warm bed.

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Complementary (Collins x OC) Chapter 36: Bed

Summary: A doctor’s appointment later and it’s confirmed: the Collins are expecting a new member of the family. Genevieve is excited but her hormones have been telling her otherwise.

AN: Thank you all for being patient over this series. This chapter and the rest of them are gonna be hella long. Mostly because I don’t want to say goodbye to this series but I wanna give the details Genevieve and Jack deserve. This is one of the interactive fics so if you wanna explore more of the pregnancy stuff, inbox me!

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Jack awoke to a clatter and a scuffling from downstairs. His arm patted the space beside him and discovered it was empty. While his bed was warmly enticing, his curiosity and desire to see his wife safe and sound overruled and he grappled with the sheets to free himself. Feet stepping into slippers, arms tugging on a robe and knotting it in place, Jack trudged out of the room, down the steps, to investigate the noises.

From the entrance of the kitchen, he spied Genevieve by the fridge. She too was wearing her robe over her pyjamas. One arm was cradling a bowl and the other was a blur as she stuffed something into her mouth with gusto. With a sigh, Jack stepped into the kitchen.

“Love, why are you up?”

Genevieve looked up without alarm at her husband and said, “I got hungry.” Then she licked the back of the spoon, “I forgot how much I loved this pudding.”

“Ginny, it’s half three,” Jack rubbed one eye with a sleeve-covered hand.

Shrugging, she spoke around the spoon, “You can go back to bed. I’m not stopping you.”

Sighing again, Jack stepped forwards, his slippers slapping against the tiles, “Come on, you can eat your trifle in the morning.”

“It is the morning though.” Genevieve ate another spoonful as he touched the arm that coddled the bowl of trifle. Seeing Jack’s exhausted expression, she put reluctantly back her food in the fridge. A muttered thanks and a kiss on her temple guided her back upstairs to bed where she suddenly felt the full effect of being awake at three in the AM.

“Baby’s a hungry lil’ bad word, giving me cravings at this time of night,” She rubbed her hand over the slight bump as she scolded it. Adoringly, Jack placed his hand atop hers and squeezed before he helped her up the stairs.

“She’s gonna be a big girl,” He said with pride.

Genevieve frowned with confusion, “She?”

“Yeah, I bet Farrier that it’s gonna be a girl.”

“… What did you bet?”

Opening the bedroom door, Jack went a little red as he felt the weight of his words, “We kinda have to name our baby after him if it’s a boy.”

“Jack!”

“It’s not the end of the world! Fifty-fifty chance!”

It took a while for Genevieve to get comfortable in the bed again, wriggling under the covers and flipping the pillow to cool her neck. Then she made her commentary on her husband’s life choices, “I guess Edward isn’t the worst name ever.”

Jack shifted onto his side, facing her as her eyes drooped shut. He leant in and kissed her softly before whispering, “Happy one year.”

A little giddy on sleep deprivation, Genevieve joyfully remembered their reunion in her old flat, the scrubbed clean countertop he lifted her onto, the whisk she’d forgotten to pick up off the floor until the morning after, the bed so they had wrapped themselves in each other’s arms to fit onto it.

She teased in the tone of a Southern Belle, “Oh Jack, kiss me like you did when we were reunited!”

“In a few hours, maybe,” He raised his brows without opening his eyes. Not content with this, Genevieve kissed him again. Luckily Jack was all for going back on his word. His hand lazily pushed upward to touch her cheek then sliding onto her tummy to graze the skin with his knuckles. Humming, Genevieve tried not to flinch away from his ticklish touch until she was satisfied with her bedtime kiss, pushing Jack onto his back so she could lean over him. They shared a giggle, though they did not break the kiss, and they wouldn’t fall asleep for another ten minutes, ending with a cuddle built around Genevieve’s comfort.

Their anniversary blended with falling leaves and bad weather. Not that the couple minded. Genevieve slept through half of it while Jack went to work. When he returned to an indoor picnic by the fire, pillows and warmth surrounding them, they spent their evening loving on each other with kisses, sandwiches, and an early night.

The late night cravings only increased but it meant that Genevieve could make a dent in decorating the nursery. However Christmas arrived sooner than anticipated and before they knew it, Genevieve and Jack were staying over Christmas Eve at the Hastings’ farm, sleeping in Genevieve’s old room which Jack was enthralled to see. Like a child in a sweet shop, he spun around in the box room and fell onto the bed. Then he leapt up again and explored the chest of toys, the boxes under the bed, the wardrobe. The latter was where he found the best part of the visit: Genevieve’s old clothes.

“Look at your little dresses!” He squeaked, holding up one she wore as a six year old, “And these dungarees! Our baby could borrow them!” Genevieve watched from her seat on the bed, endeared by this little spectacle. Especially when he found her baby shoes, paired off in a dusty box.

Starting to look a little more convex, Genevieve found herself wanting to sit or sleep more than usual. Her leg was not straining as much as it had done but it still caused a tad more than her average baseline of pain. Her cane was annoyingly becoming a necessity for her movement. At least it gave her an excuse at least to get out of being fawned over by her sister.

“You’re positively glowing!” Lilly had said upon greeting Genevieve, to which she had responded: “no, that’s just sweat and acne”.

Bluntness aside, Genevieve spent a majority of her time on the sofa with James on the floor in front of her, showing off all his presents to her. Aside from when they were alone, Jack was rather quiet during their stay. His voice’s volume dropped drastically as soon as they stepped out of the bedroom, even more so when he played with James. Very carefully did he phrase his words, as if he were being stalked by Genevieve’s parents for the duration of his visit. The only time he really made an appearance was when the presents were being unwrapped. A majority of them were baby clothes; he elatedly played with the tiny socks and measured the clothes over the bump while James giggled hysterically in the background.

“Baby’s got a bit more growing to go. Keep ‘em cooking, love.”

“At least there’s a baby in here. What’s your excuse?” 

“Apple pie.”

They left just as James was heard asking Lilly where the baby came from. A hasty escape to the crazy Collins’ house was something Genevieve was grateful for. The only thing she wasn’t prepared for was Cora in the throngs of her Christmas organising frenzy. Silence took over the car but she was fine with this break as was Jack. It gave him ample opportunity to hold his wife’s hand without a watchful parent in the corner. As if a hand holding would do anything more than what they had already done. She was already pregnant for Christ’s sake.

Switching off the engine, Jack looked at her. His eyes strayed back to the bump then her lower lip, parted from the top as she bit the inside of her mouth, a nervous habit. He leant over, kissed her cheek, drew away with a red face after admitting his guilty pleasure, “You look so adorable when you worry, really are glowing.”

Genevieve’s eyes squinted at him, but her smile betrayed her as she told him, “Shut up.”

Her slow exit from the car, and Jack’s subsequent assistance in helping her out, gave the opportunity to kiss him in return. It only lasted a moment for Cora flung open the front door and sprang upon the couple with a bear hug. How she managed to wrap her arms around them both, neither knew, but the hug was pleasant enough before being swept into the house for another dinner, after Jack ferried in presents of course.

Jack’s father was enamoured with the presents Genevieve had already received. His thick hands carefully pawed over the outfits with the twinkle of a grandfather-to-be in his eye. He only stopped staring at it when he went to look over the family photo album, his eyes misty with mirth. Genevieve happily revisited the album, in tears well before it was revealed that a photo of herself, Jack, Ethel, Toby, and Karen playing cricket that October gone was pasted on the latest page. It took a minute for her to calm herself enough to say “thank you” coherently and she accepted her own bowl of pudding graciously – and with more tears. It was an understatement to say the still implemented rationing had been tough on them all so to receive an entire bowl of pudding to oneself was a godsend.

Farrier was about for a couple of hours. His puppy Westley came too, his brown fur wiggling between all these new people then sticking his butt down beside Genevieve. Obliging to his silent request, she scratched the German Shepherd between the ears. With a disgusting jumper on, Farrier sat next to Genevieve as she cuddled into the dozing Jack’s arm, bowl in her lap.

“Jack told you ‘bout the bet then?” He cleared his throat.

“Yeah.”

“You don’t have to follow through if it is a boy.”

“What happens if they’re a girl, what are the stakes?” Genevieve asked.

“Lifetime of babysitting,” Jack piped up from under the paper crown that acted as a sleeping mask.

“I mean we’ll probably rope you into it anyway, so don’t worry about it,” Genevieve shrugged and, when Farrier made to protest, she leant against his arm instead with fluttering eyelashes. He silenced himself, taking a sip of his mulled wine, then allowed himself to be taken in too by the tiny socks from Ethel.

Once that bowl full was in her belly, Genevieve ate some leftovers then immediately fell asleep. As bedtime approached, Jack found her, snoring a little, on his old bed. His tattered teddy snuggled in the crook of her arm, her new pyjamas that Jack had gifted her that morning just loose enough on her figure to be comfortable for her and the baby. He teetered on the edge of the bed and embraced his wife, falling into slumber almost as quickly as she had done.

Winter rolled into spring without severe illness. Genevieve’s tummy ballooned up between doctor’s appointments. Her penultimate meeting was a little tense since she had been experiencing a lot of pain on the underside of her belly. The entire trek from the car to the waiting room then to the office, Jack held her hand and whispered comforting words to ground her. Tummy measured, listened to, temperature taken, nothing came from the doctor.

“Is the baby ok?” She finally asked. Her voice was so soft that the doctor didn’t register it. Jack repeated it, still holding her hand with his chin lifted up from beside hers.

“Heartbeat is steady, growth is fine,” The doctor washed his hands, “Your baby is perfectly healthy.”

When he didn’t say anything else, Genevieve prompted him, “And the pain?”

“Normal.”

Of course, Genevieve pushed for more than that and a deeper explanation of the pain, Jack doing the same, but there was nothing (apparently) that the doctor could do. The appointment closed without providing the security they were hoping for.

The car ride home, Genevieve played with a soft blanket she’d found in a charity shop on the way back. Its corners were frayed but it was so comforting with its gentle touch.

In meantime, Jack was brainstorming what else to do with the day. It was only five. There was time to do something else, something to take their minds off things. Nothing spectacular, something free, an activity that wouldn’t cause Genevieve too much pain, there weren’t many options for them. Then the perfect idea sprung into his mind as he pulled on the car’s brake

“Do you wanna go out?”

“Yeah, please.”

A pleasant evening in the back garden of the Collins’ household, Genevieve was lying on her back on a picnic blanket, reading aloud “The Great Gatsby” to Jack who was curled up at her side. Dresses were no longer an option for Genevieve so she opted for wider trousers. The lower section of her shirt buttons and her trousers were undone, exposed the swollen stomach for Jack to rub the new blanket across, tracing the stretch marks. In turn, she lightly scratched her nails back and forth across the back of his head with idleness. His hair was a little too long, a haircut overdue. Her other hand being occupied with the novel; her cane lay in the grass above her head, out of sight and mind.

“‘There was music from my neighbour's house through the summer nights. In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars’... Love, that tickles.”

Looking down at her swollen belly, Jack stopped moving the corner of the blanket, resting it there on her skin instead, “Sorry, Ginny.” He smiled innocently.

Genevieve smiled back knowingly before continuing: “‘At high tide in the afternoon I watched his guests diving from the tower of his raft, or taking the sun on the hot sand of his beach while his two motor−boats slit the waters of the Sound, drawing aquaplanes over cataracts of foam. On weekends his Rolls’ – ah!”

She gasped, her book dropping beside her. Jack shot up, his hand still cupping his belly. They exchanged a look of surprise.

“You felt that?” Jack whispered. On cue, a small kick came from underneath her skin, delivered right to Jack’s right palm, and he squealed, “The baby!”

Pressing his lips against the skin, he spoke excitedly to the bump, “Hey baby, it’s me, your da! Can you hear me?” Another kick made Genevieve groan then giggle.

“Hey, sweetie,” Jack rested his chin there so the baby could feel as well as hear him talk, “You’re kicking again, it’s been a while! Don’t worry, you’ll be out soon. Just another couple o’ months and I’ll be able to hold you. You’re gonna love it and you’re gonna love your ma.”

Between trying not to cry at Jack’s baby voice and staring pointedly at her stomach, Genevieve said,  “Baby, I love you too. But can you let me keep reading to your da?”The baby seemed to understand and stopped kicking her so she sallied forth: “Thank you, baby. ‘On weekends his Rolls-Royce became an omnibus, bearing parties to and from the city between nine in the morning and long past midnight’ – ow… ‘while his station wagon scampered like a brisk yellow bug to meet all trains.’ Oh!”

“Our baby’s gonna be a boxer,” Jack cooed, rolling another kiss onto the skin to soothe the kicking from the outside.

“Can she practise when she’s out of me?” Genevieve winced, “I love her but it’s rather difficult to concentrate.”

“So you DO think it’s a girl?”

 She scowled in jest at her husband before continuing with her read-through:

“‘And on Mondays eight servants, including an extra gardener, toiled all day with mops and scrubbing−brushes and hammers  and garden−shears, repairing the ravages of the night before. Every Friday five crates of oranges and lemons arrived from a fruiterer in New York every Monday…’ God, I really want some orange juice.”

The baby kicked again.

“She agrees. She needs her strength.” Genevieve gave into Jack’s daughter conspiracy. He helped her to stand, and bundled up the rug while Genevieve buttoned up her trousers and made her way back to the house. Once the rug was packed away, Jack helped her upstairs.

Genevieve swerved left with new energy (on slow release) to get to the nursery. It looked mildly sparse. Unfortunately, decorating was placed on hold due to Genevieve’s lack of employment. Funds instead went to the mortgage that was almost crippling. Handmade bedding, old toys and second hand furniture were what they made do with and Genevieve regularly assured Jack that it all added to the rural theme of their home.

“Plus, the baby won’t know about that kind of thing for six months at least,” was her final attempt at reassurance - for herself as well as Jack. If she could, she would give the world to her baby. But the world was shite and the baby deserved more.

Looking about the room with tired looking wallpaper, Genevieve searched for where to put the blanket. Finally she hobbled over to the crib and tucked it in, smoothing out a ripple satisfied. Jack kissed her cheek, hugging her carefully from behind with his hands finding the baby bump again like a ­­­­­key to a lock.

Back into their bedroom, Jack waited patiently for Genevieve to get changed. Today seemed like a good day, in his opinion at least, but he wanted to make sure in case -

“Jack? Would you mind?”

“Of course,” and he was already down on one knee, untying one of her shoe’s laces. Eased each one off, he peeled off her socks too while Genevieve changed her top half, freeing her skin with unrestrained relief. Her sighs were abruptly cut off with a groan. Her shirt was clutched to her chest and her back curved.

“It’s fine,” She took caution as she stood up and pulled on her nightgown, stretching it over her belly, “Just hurts.”

Watching as she stepped out of her trousers, Jack left her clothes on the chair tucked in the corner. It took him extensively less effort and pain to change into his pyjamas. With his free time, he sat next to Genevieve, waiting for her to look at him before he spoke.

“I’m so proud of you.” 

It was a triggering sentence. Genevieve’s eyes instantly grew teary. A hand began cradling her head, and Jack squeezed her shoulder, kissing her forehead before looking down at the bump, “And we can’t wait to meet you, baby.”

“Thanks… Kinda want that orange juice now please.”

Letting loose a high-pitched giggle, Jack nodded, “Grab you some now.”

On the way down, he decided to brew himself some tea. He could always trade with Genevieve if she changed her mind and wanted his drink instead. As the water boiled, he opened the can, poured it out in full. Then he sped through making his own beverage for he didn’t want to keep his wife waiting.

Genevieve was passed out with the book on her tummy, the spine of the paperback novel bent. Her tags – his old ones – were on the bedside table, her wedding ring also on the link for it wouldn’t fit on her finger anymore. Taking a sip from his tea, Jack placed her glass adjacent to her tags. Then he removed the book from her tummy to let it join the others on the bedside table. He was pleased that she had gotten to sleep so quickly; he prayed that he would be able to do the same.

Not that slumber ever lasted long these days. Waking up to a heat she was not comfortable with, Genevieve winced and turned her head to face the window. One eye barely cracked open. It was dark so she had the excuse to not get up just yet. With a long exhale, she closed her eyes properly and tried to force herself into sleep so she wouldn’t spiral into self doubt again or wake up Jack.

“Hey, baby.”

Damn, caught out already. She sighed again. Oh well, maybe it was time to get up. But just as she went to reply to this term of endearment, she heard Jack speak again.

“It’s ok, just your da here.”

Oh.

“Catching up. You were giving your ma some grief today. I promise I’ll get your aunts and uncle to give you lessons on self-defence lessons if you tone it down. Your ma deserves a rest.”

He shifted beside her and soon Jack had his cheek flattened against the skin, “You know, I reckon you’re gonna like going to the park. It’s where I took your ma for our first date. I hadn’t seen her in five years but she was more beautiful than ever. We were cloud-gazing and making out in the rain – I’m getting this in now because you can’t protest about it – and another time we went on the swings. You’ll like the swings too. Sure, you’ll have to grow a bit of course before you can use them on your own but you can sit in my lap. I’ll be gentle with the swinging and then when you’re older I can push you. You’re gonna have so much fun, I promise.”

Such an image stuck in Genevieve’s head, the baby without any defined features but she could hear laughter from them both and it made her sniff sharply to match the sting in her eyes.

Pressing a kiss down, Jack moved onto another topic, “Your ma wants to call you Daisy, after the character in the book she was reading us. But if you ask me, Daisy is a bit of an arse leading Gatsby on when Nick’s a perfectly good partner for him and she forgets she’s got a baby too… And honestly Daisy’s a name you give to a cow, not a bonny babe.”

Genevieve snorted loudly at that. He thought he was hilarious, he did.

“Eavesdropping, Ginny?”

Then she remembered she was meant to be asleep.

She cracked open an eye and landed her gaze on Jack, smiling in the dark. “Now don’t pretend you don’t talk to her too. I heard you and her the other night in the bathroom.”

Flushing at the memory of her brushing her teeth and talking about other potential names to the bump’s reflection, Genevieve made effort to face him better and the tears that had brewed in her eyes spilled down her temples into the pillow she was lying on.

“Ginny, why are you crying?” Jack asked, even though he knew why. Mood swings, with the last experience being when Genevieve became hysterical over the wallpaper of the nursery, yelled at Jack for suggesting something else, and then refused to let him accept her multiple apologies.

Genevieve took a shuddering breath in then spoke, “You’re gonna upstage me, be such a good dad.” And while this started off as a joke, it soon faded into seriousness as she asked Jack, “Am I gonna be a good mum?” Before he could reply, she added, “It keeps me up at night. Always thinking about it.” Jack was horrified to think that his wife was kept awake, plagued with trite doubts, when he was so certain of her talents.

“No, no, you’re gonna be the most amazing mum,” He wriggled up to her side.

Genevieve sniffled, wiping her nose in the duvet and pushing it away in disgust, “You’re just saying that because you love me.”

“How dare you? I’m completely unbiased.” The speed and monotonous horror with which Jack defended himself set Genevieve off in half sobs half snorts. She smothered them in the snotty blankets, more tears slipping out. Jack shuffled closer still, his nose a few inches from Genevieve’s shoulder, “Will you let me hold you again?”

“No, it’s too hot.”

“Ok.” Only rubbing his thumb on her belly now, Jack dropped his voice to a whisper so that the baby couldn’t hear their parent chat, “You know I worry that I don’t provide for you, I just feel a bit helpless, here while you’re carrying our baby. But you always tell me otherwise, and I trust your judgement.”

Genevieve sniffled, ready to defend him from his doubts, “You aren’t helpless. You gave me a back rub the other day. You shared your tea with me a lot.”

“Exactly, and you trust my judgement too?”

“Of course.”

“Then trust me when I say you’re gonna be alright.” Jack kissed her cheek, his lips smudging away the last tear that fell. “We’re going to be alright. And Baby agrees,” he added as another kick thumped against her tummy and his thumb.

“Baby doesn’t know what she’s saying,” Genevieve grumbled, tapping the bump as if she was scolding the child.

“Sure she does,” Jack protested gently, peering down at the bump with a smile that he could just contain behind his lips, “She’s gonna be a superhero like her Ma.”

Ever the voice of reason, he advised that they should get another few hours in. He lightly patted the baby bump then rolled over and fell asleep on the instant. During that time, Genevieve had changed her mind about the cuddling but, so that she wouldn’t disturb Jack, she focused on getting off to sleep. That way, tomorrow they could cuddle as much as they liked.

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Flowering tea and blueberry muffin tea ^.^

Ahhh thank you so much!! ;A;

I actually already answered both of these,

17. Flowering tea: What is a movie you can always watch?

HERE, and

21. Blueberry-Muffin tea: Tell me a memory, which makes you smile.

HERE, BUT I have more than one happy memory so here’s another silly one:

I have a miniature dachshund (currently a grandma but still doing well!) and back when we lived in Iowa, one of mum’s friends also had a mini dachshund the same age who often came over to play.

And one time, it was winter and super butt cold and we were playing with the dogs while also giving them soft warm things to snuggle with, and we found a pair of old, very soft sweat pants. And so we stuck a noodle pup down each leg and they wiggled until they had just their lil noses poking out of the leg, and then the pair of sweat pants proceeded to wriggle and squirm across the floor like they’d come alive…

….is a fond memory AHAHAHAHA

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🐾~Lulu's Lil Flashy Blue Merle Female; Champion Dam & Sire ~ 2 Crystal Blue Eyes with a Dot of Brown~ 🐾 ​We call her Ambrosia, but for now let’s call her yours 😉. This little girl is such a snuggle-bug. She will actually give you a big hug. She is super outgoing and friendly and always the first one to greet me with her little wiggle-butt. Ambrosia is as beautiful as she is friendly. She has a full white collar and her copper accents will darken as she ages. This lovely girl is the biggest in her litter and should be about 13-17 lbs. Visit our website (link in bio 👆) to find more pictures and information about this puppy and her parents, as well as other available puppies. #luluslilaussies #puppy #puppylove #puppybreath #love #aussielove #aussies #aussiesofinstagram #aussiesofinsta #australianshepherd #miniaussie #toyaussie #toyaustralianshepherd #furbabies #puppies #puppiesofinstagram #pupsofinstagram #dogscorner #photooftheday #picoftheday #beautiful #happy #cute #dog #dogs #🐶 #🐾 #woof #blueeyes #forsale